Today, my brother returned home and told us (my sister and me) that he failed his BM paper (school exam). He said he screwed up his Paper 2 - there were questions he didn't understand so he answered wrongly.

After he told that to us I recalled an event I had in Primary 4. I never failed any paper since Primary 1 so when one day, my maths teacher returned our math test, I was surprised to be called to the teacher's table in the front of the class. I got a 9. It was so shocking and embarrassing. It appeared that I left so many questions unanswered. I don't remember why I didn't answer them.

Being one who always scored well in Maths (that time lah), it was a humiliating moment. I didn't answer anyone who asked what my marks were. Maybe I did tell someone in the end but... wow. It took a lot of courage (for me) to "pretend" that I don't care. I think I even laughed it off saying "Oh.. I did some mistakes. It's 9. I forgot to answer at the back of the paper."

:)

Just some random story of my past. But looking at the story from my current way of thinking... It told me that "Anything can happen." I must always be aware of my surroundings. Always observe. Always pay attention. I can do well in Maths in the past, I can do it again in university.

And the most important thing I learnt now from the story : Failure is not something to be ashamed of. I can learn more from failure than success. To do that I have to acknowledge the failure to myself.

I'm sorry if you think otherwise. Maybe... you're not there yet.